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clanoffetts · 4 years ago

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Rey Skywalker NSFW Alphabet

Rey Skywalker x F!Reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of trauma

this is stream of conciousness, so it's a little messy, but i'm proud of it nonetheless.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like rey is really cuddly after sex. like she wants to be held, kissed, and told how good she did, how good she made you feel.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves arms. they’re toned and strong, and trust me, she sees you staring while she works on the Falcon or her saber.

She likes your hands. She loves holding them, kissing them, guiding them as she shows you how to fix something. they’re softer than hers, and the way they feel all over her body is heavenly, especially with how touch starved she is.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When Rey comes hard, she comes hard. It takes a while to get to her squirt, though. But when you’ve had her splayed on her back all evening, your tongue and fingers pumping in and out of her, telling her what a good, strong girl she is, and then have her ride your face ? with your hands groping at her tits, moaning into her cunt? you’re going to be drowning in her cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

At first, Rey considers all of her desires as ‘dirty secrets’ because she’s never had sex with anyone before, much less been in a relationship where she can ask for things. But once she’s comfortable, she’s telling you everything. The first fantasy she shares is having you use the torso wraps of her outfit to tie her ankles to the bedposts, and keeping her from squirming away while you overstim her

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very. who on jakku was rey going to fuck? no one, that’s who. she’s out of all their leagues. but she doesn’t have experience with masturbation, and knows what she likes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she likes being between your legs, sucking at your clit. she’s got a massive praise kink, so feeling you gripping at her hair, moaning, and evening closing your thighs around her head is non-verbal praise, and she loves it.

but she’ll always like laying on her back, you laying on your side next to her, running your hands all over her while whispering dirty shit in her ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

she can be goofy!! when she’s not utterly wrecked, which doesn’t take long, she’ll crack jokes and be sarcastic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rey’s brown hair isn’t just on her head. And she keeps her pubic hair trimmed, but doesn’t do anything too drastic. She was a bit scared at the beginning, she’s not naive or stupid, she knows the “popular” preference is clean-shaven, and she’s relieved that you don’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She wants to make everyone proud out of the bedroom, so ofc she wants to please you in the bedroom. And she sees that as taking care of you, physically and emotionally, because that’s what she finds romantic. so she’s always telling you how pretty you are and what she loves about you in the moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rey has quite a bit of experience with masturbating, lbr. but once the two of you have sex for the first time, she can’t get off as easy by herself. but, you gotta do what you gotta do. she likes comming you if she can, having you purr praises and instructions in her ear while she touches herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think she liked being tied up, until kylo, that is. now, just her ankles to the bedposts, maximum. maybe a spreader bar, since she does have more movement with that.

maybe a bit of light exhibitionism, too. she’s an adrenaline junkie, so….

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

preferably, the comfy bunk in her room on the resistance base. but, when rey’s horny, shes needy, and she’ll let you touch her anywhere from the empty briefing room to the ‘fresher.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

compliment her and she’ll lose it. she’ll get all blushy and quiet bc what's she supposed to do?? accept a comment without getting nervous and blushy??? and when you compliment her, her mind goes straight to how you compliment her in the bedroom. and then, she’s just standing there next to you, nipples hard under her layers of clothes, aching for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

After Rey’s capture and torture by Kylo Ren, she can’t do bondage anymore. Like i said earlier, she can do a spreader bar, but that’s it, and she’ll need time to heal. it’s too much, too many memories. And she’s terrified of a memory of you melding with a memory of Kylo.

she also won’t hurt you. why in the world would she hurt someone she loves so much?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rey loves loves loves giving. she loves everything about it: being encompassed by you, your noises, your squirming, your praises. and it’s all for her.

she does like to receive, though. she likes your hands on her stomach to keep her in place, the murmurs of “good girl” and “fucking gorgeous” against her cunt drive her insane. the murmurs often make their way into her meditations, if she’s not careful.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. At first, it’s urgent but it’s still sensual. Then, it evolves into sweet, slow, even lazy sex, trying to distract yourselves from the stress of the galaxy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Between being a leader in the Resistance and training to carry a whole religion on her back after the Skywalkers are gone, quickies are kind of necessary. It’s not her favorite, but it’ll do.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

She’s game to experiment, but she doesn’t take too many risks. The light exhibitionism is about as risky as she’ll get. She is scared of getting caught and ‘overstaying her welcome’ with General Organa and the Resistance.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Rey loves overstimulation, there’s just something about you making her come over and over again while she grips onto you, the sheets, etc. so she can go for a while. And don’t think the Force doesn’t help her.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def can see her using the Force if you’re ok with it, esp later on when she gets into topping/domming you and gets advanced enough in her Force use to use it in the bedroom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can’t see her being a tease when she doms. I think maybe she tries, but her preference is to overstim you and shower you with touches until you’re shaking in her arms. She’s a protector at heart.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s got some gorgeous, sweet needy whines. But the sultry voice she puts on when she doms, it’s not exactly deep, but it’s warm and it’s commanding, yet fairly quiet. When she comes, it’s often silent screams or groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rey has super sensitive nipples. like, really sensitive. She could probably come just from your mouth around them or your fingers twisting at them. And sometimes, when her nipples just get randomly hard during the day, her clothes rub against them and she comes to find you just so you can pull her into a closet and toy with her nipples.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

azz n tiddies idk what to tell you. she’s very pretty but u know that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She’s insatiable at the start, she loves eating pussy and being fingered by someone other than herself, but it’s also the connection and the interaction of it all that has her hooked.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Fairly quickly if she’s been overstimmed, esp if you’ve got her in your arms and are petting her hair while the two of you watch a holo. When Rey has you in her strong arms, she waits to fall asleep until you’re asleep

@mandaloriandin @justwastelandbabyy @jangofettswife @delusionsxfgrandeur @rexsjaigeyes @tibbietibbs @zinzinina @thiccumz @latenightsthoughtsnstuff @deathwatchnightowl

#rey skywalker x reader #rey skywalker smut #anti-reylo #please god r*ylos stay away #r*ylos dni

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blushing-titan · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on ch. 139

Some of you may be familiar with my previous writings - I usually try to stay as collected as possible, but today's post will be different. Ever since the chapter came out, I've been reblogging a lot of rants and memes about it. Those of you who follow my blog (thank you so much, really happy to have you here! ❤) know that I didn't really enjoy this ending. I want to elaborate more on that in this post - my only advice is to buckle up, because today we may get a bit heated (I apologize in advance for the sassy approach - I usually try to stray away from that, but guess today's post is more of a stream of conciousness/rant) :'D

1. Ymir

Starting up with one of the most controversial things about this chapter. Up to this point, I felt really bad for Ymir. Her life was terrible - she was a young girl, who was enslaved and abused by king Shitz Fritz. After she was forced to run away from his hounds, she acquired the power of titans and used it to help the king's cause. For that, she was awarded with the king's seed (🤢), and eventually became a mother of three girls. Through her entire life, she was treated as a slave and a lesser-being by the king - she also died while protecting him, and her daughters were forced to eat her remains after that (🤢🤢).

It felt so tragic to see her 2000 years later, still walking blindly in the paths. It wasn't enough that she was hurt so badly when she was still alive - she remained enslaved to the abusive king even after she died. I was rooting for her to finally be freed from this nightmare - hence I was so happy when ch. 122 came out and we got this scene:

I was genuinely emotional when I saw her reaction. Finally, someone expressed some authentic care for her and tried to snap her out of this blind state. She would finally think about what she wants and try to free herself from the paths because, as Eren said, she was never a slave or a goddess - just a regular person. It's just like she finally let out all the pain that she's been suppressing for all these years.

Yeah...except, as it turns out, her awakening here changes nothing. She doesn't come to any conclusions, like, perhaps, that she doesn’t want to let herself be hurt and mistreated any longer...or that she should fight for herself, try to change her fate - because, after all, her life belongs to her - not anyone else.

Nothing like this happens. Why? Because, as it turns out, she's in love with king Fritz and needs to be proven by Mikasa that she can break this bond first.

....

💀💀💀💀

Excuse me, but...what?

Okay, first and foremost...am I supposed to believe that, during these 2000 years, no one else has gone against their unhealthy affection to someone toxic and unworthy of their love? No one? 🤡 Come on, we even saw that happen in the manga. What about Historia, who thought that her own mother hitting her was a sign of love? Who wanted to believe that her father was good, despite wanting to turn her into a titan? Where was Ymir when Historia stood up for herself against her father's wishes? Or when she flew up to him and delivered the final blow against him?

On top of that...what a disappointing conclusion to Ymir's story. I hoped that she would take her fate into her own hands, and - for example - be reborn and experience life as a free person, surrounded by people who actually care about her. Free herself from paths and destroy it - not because someone shows her that she can indeed detach herself from it, but simply because she wants to.

Instead, 80% of the world population is gone, because she needed to see that Mikasa is able to "free" herself from Eren in order to do the same.

🤡🤡🤡

2. Abandoned plotlines and plot-holes

Mikasa being a Hizuru princess? Never heard of that. Hallucigenia's fate? Who cares. Eren directing Dina's titan in Carla's direction in order to save Berthold? Nah, who would want any more info on that - guess he just couldn't direct her anywhere else. The Ackerman's headaches? Pfff. The fact that Mikasa shouldn't be affected by the memory altering, but somehow still is in the ending? "I guess she just forgot that she should be immune to this". Why was Historia's pregnancy implied as relevant if it wasn't in the end? So many precious panels wasted on that, when they could be used to help solve some other "unanswered questions" instead. Ehhh...🤷

3. Blatant character assassination

There, I'm saying it once again. I have no idea what happened in this chapter but the characters are off. What about Eren - the one who has always believed that freedom was his birthright, and has been fighting and moving forward for his goals? Yeah, turns out he has no idea why he was doing all of that.

Remember Kenny's quote - everyone is a slave to something? I thought that this implication was pretty poetic in context of Eren's character. Through all his life, he sought freedom, but ironically, he was a slave to that dream...

...turns out it may have been a bit too poetic for this story because Eren is a slave to destiny. Literally - he's going on auto-pilot in order to reach that one moment in which Mikasa beheads him, so Ymir can watch and understand that she can do the same.

Nice joke...except not. Here go our main character's motivations 🗑

He casually commits unjustifiable crimes against humanity - not because he wants to be free or because he found the world beyond the walls disappointing, (...as we were led to believe). He did that because he doesn't know why - and then, he cries that he doesn't want Mikasa to ever find another guy.

:'))

Turns out Eren was somehow always in love with her too...? Yeah, weird way of showing it. Or should I say - not showing it at all.

If you read my previous writings, you know that I'm not very fond of Eremika. The way I interpreted it while reading the story: it was unhealthy, suffocating and one-sided. I hoped for Mikasa to move on and start thinking about herself for once.

Right, what about Mikasa? Has she finally moved on? Is she content with her life? Are her dreams coming true? What's her daily life after all this? Sadly, I don't have the answers. The thing we are shown instead, is how she's sitting next to Eren's grave and, once again, thanking him for wraping the scarf around her. The only thing that implies that she may be somehow still seeing other people is one bubble of text. After all 139 chapters of hoping for her character developement, that's it.

Keep in mind that all other characters are shown together - with their spouses, families and friends - yet Mikasa is still separated and alone. That's right - after she disappears with Eren's head, she's not shown with anyone else until the end of the manga.

While we're on the topic of others, too...do I have to talk about the scenes in which everyone shows some level of gratitude to Eren...for wiping 80% humanity for them? Because I have no words for this.

One last note: I found the humor to be slightly out of place, too. Seriously, after all these terrible events, with so many unanswered questions and character developement of these two...Reiner is still weirdly simping for (now married) Historia and Jean is called a horse face :') Idk, but it feels somehow surreal after everything that's happened.

4. Conclusion

What else can I say...the final chapter disappointed me and I'm pretty sad about it. I'm happy for the people who liked it, but also can't help but feel like it was very far from perfect. I've been following SnK ever since 2013 and it's a bittersweet moment for me. The series had a lot of amazing moments that I'll definitely remember forever. Meanwhile, I would like to read some of the author's thoughts about the way he chose to end the story - perhaps it would clear some confusion (...although I can't help the fact that my first opinion is already formed).

Thank you very much for reading my thoughts - as always, it means a lot to me! ❤ The images used in this post are obviously not mine!

#snk 139 #aot 139 #snk spoilers #snk manga spoilers #snk ending #anti eremika #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #ymir fritz #historia reiss #snk meta

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senstia · 5 years ago

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~That one time when Andrew called Neil nothing and it hit a little too close to home~

(i wrote this like 6 months ago idek here u go (: don't worry theres fluff at the end hehe )

"But mom please I don't want to be nothing anym-" Nathaniel's cheeks burned before he even registered the slap, his neck cracking at the force of the hit.

"You are nothing. Survival is all that matters. We will run. We will keep running and never stop."

"You hear me? Don't fucking cry."

"You are nothing, you always will be."

"Get up Nathaniel. We've stayed here too long. Time to go. Time to run."

The forgotten memory streamed into Neil's conciousness. So deep and forgotten that at first he thought it wasn't real. But then Andrew was echoing those same words to Neil, shoving his face away, not even an ounce of remorse on his face. And yeah, normally Neil would ignore that, because deep down he knew Andrew didn't mean it. But for some reason today the words hit their target like a knife in his gut. For some reason he couldn't get his mind to catch up with the truth. His heart was aching with the old wound that had somehow decided to reappear, and Andrew had unknowingly caused it, unknowingly ripped that old wound clean open again until Neil felt like he was bleeding out onto the roof. He was surprised when he looked down to his chest to see it unharmed, when it felt like it was shredded.

"No," Neil almost growled, getting up and darting to the far end of the roof, as far away from Andrew as he could get. His body was shaking, he panicked as he struggled to get oxygen in his system. Panic attack. Hyperventilation. His mind supplied him with the useless information of what was happening to him. He didn't care. He needed to get out. He needed to run. He needed to get as far away from Andrew as he could. He needed the ringing in his ears to stop, all he could hear was nothing nothing nothing. Nathan's voice. His mother's voice. Lola's voice. Andrew's voice. Nothing. He was nothing. He needed to stop forgetting that. Before Andrew could cross the roof's distance to get to Neil, Neil was sprinting, already halfway down the staircase and out of the dorms in under a minute.

Before Neil could make it out of the parking lot he was slamming into Matt.

"Woah Neil what are you-" Matt paused as he saw Neil shaking, as he saw the tears threatening to slip down his face. Before Matt could say another word Neil was falling to the ground, his entire body shaking. his breathing fast and short.

Matt kneeled down, "Neil. Breath. Just breath okay? In and out."

Neil barely registered Matt's words, clinging to his shirt like a lifeline. Matt scooted closer to Neil, holding him close. Matt took one of Neil's hands gingerly and pressed it to his chest, right over his heart.

"Just focus on my heart okay?" After long minutes Neil's breathing finally slowed. His body was still shaking, his face wet with tears.

"Neil?" Matt asked tentatively.

"I-i'm nothing."

"What Neil? No you're not you're-"

"Nathan said I was. My mom said I was. Andrew says I am. He says that we are nothing. Our relationship is nothing. I can't- I can't..." Neil's breathing becomes sporadic again, sobs racking his body as Matt tries and fails to hold him together.

"You can stay with me yeah? Lets go up to the dorm..." Matt murmured.

Matt helped pull Neil to his feet and they both trudged up to Matt's dorm, staying quiet the whole way up.

Neil blinked his eyes open to an unfamiliar but familiar room. Oh. Matt. He was staying with Matt. The memories from the day before flooded his mind and his heart ached. The heaviness was too much. The nothingness he felt was too much. He didn't want to get up, didn't want to face Matt's undeserved kindness, his pity. Neil went back to sleep.

Neil awoke to darkness and murmured voices through the bedroom door.

"I don't know. He hasn't come out yet. I don't want to push him.." Neil heard Matt say.

"Where's Andrew?" Dan asked.

"He-he um... he went to Eden's. Kevin texted me, said Andrew went to Eden's by himself about an hour ago."

Neil felt ice in his veins. He didn't want to hear it. Couldn't stomach hearing anything about Andrew right now. Neil couldn't bare the feeling of being so unwanted, such a burden. And that's what it boiled down to wasn't it? He was a burden. Always had been. A burden to Nathan, a burden to his mother, a burden to the foxes. Even Andrew could barely stand to keep him around. Even Andrew thought he was nothing. Didn't even bother to look for him.

Deep down Neil knew he was being unreasonable. That his mind was telling him lies. But he couldn't get a hold of his thoughts. He was falling and there was no end in sight.

Hours later Neil somehow managed to pull himself out of bed, drag himself into the kitchen for food. It tasted like ash.

The logical part of his brain knew that Andrew didn't mean it. He spewed the same shit all the time. It was just that Neil's past had caught up to him this time. Grabed him by the ankle and pulled him down until he was bruised and bleeding. He tried to tell himself that he was overreacting, Andrew didn't mean it. But his stupid head wouldn't listen. His stupid heart wouldn't listen. He figured he just needed a few more hours. Maybe a few more days. Without Andrew. Then maybe he would manage to get his head back on straight.

"Hey Neil. How are you feeling?" Matt asked as he slid into the seat across Neil at the dining table. Shit. Neil glanced up, realizing he had been aimlessly staring at the table for minutes now.

"I'm fine."

Matt sighed, "Andrew came by this morning."

Neil's heart constricted. "Oh."

"I told him you were asleep, to come by later. I can tell him you need another day or two if you'd like?"

"I don't know..." Neil mumbled. He didn't know anything right now. Maybe seeing Andrew would help. Neil was more afraid that seeing Andrew would make it worse.

"I love him." Neil blurted out before Matt could reply.

Matt smiled softly, "Yeah, I know."

"He would never tell me that. I don't expect him to. Andrew is... different. And I love him. Drew. Exactly the way he is. I don't want to ever make him feel like he has to feel things he doesn't or say things he isn't comfortable saying. But I... My head. It won't stop. It's my stupid past and my stupid family and I can't make it stop. And sometimes Drew just says things and I know he doesn't mean them but sometimes he sounds just like them and its... its too much. It was too much. I- It triggered something. A memory. I don't know... I just panicked. I can't tell him that. Because then he'll feel pressured and worried and he really didn't do anything wrong. It's just my stupid brain and I can't. I can't-"

"It's okay Neil. It's okay. Hey? I know that you know Andrew in a different way than I do. But I do know that he cares about you. So much. I don't think he would feel pressured by this. I'm sure he cares about how his words make you feel and how they relate to your past. I know he cares. I understand your fear of pressuring him, but Neil, as someone who loves you, I promise that none of us would ever feel that way. I know your head is telling you all sorts of things right now and I know i'm shit at advice but I promise we all care, and love you. And whether you're ready to talk to Andrew about it or not, i'm here." Matt said grabbing Neil's hand and squeezing.

"Thank you," Neil said, squeezing his eyes shut. "I should... I want-I want to talk to Drew. I-I don't have my phone..."

"I'll let him know," Matt said, giving Neil's had one last squeeze and taking their dishes into the kitchen.

Neil had been sitting in bed for a few hours now. Matt had helped sort out his head. Talking about it helped. Now he just needed to see Drew. And then the bedroom door was opening and Andrew was walking in, sitting next to Neil on the bed. Neil let out a breath. Relief. He hated having distance with Andrew. Even when he was the one who had caused it.

"Hey," Neil murmured. Andrew just looked at him, his golden eyes piercing.

Neil didn't know how to sort out his thoughts, "How was Eden's?" was all that came out.

Andrew huffed out a breath. Stared at Neil. Sighed. "Fine."

"Yeah," Neil laughed softly, rubbing his neck.

Andrew twisted to look at Neil more fully, "Neil."

Neil looked up at Andrew, got caught in his unflinching gaze. "Yeah?"

"This. Us. It's not like your past. Do you understand?" Andrew said seriously.

"I- Yes. I just... I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. This is not your past. I am not here because I have to be, because you're something to be dealt with. I am not here to protect you anymore. I am here because I want to be here. With you. I chose you. I choose you every day. Got it?"

"Drew..." Neil said breathlessly. Somehow those words dissolved that memory. Dissolved the pain. Dissolved all the useless thoughts in his head. He knew that he would have trouble with his past, with how he was treated, for a long time. But Andrew was here and he understood and he chose him. It was more than Neil thought he deserved.

"Can I hug you?" Neil murmured. Andrew's eyes widened slightly in surprise but he nodded all the same.

Neil sighed as he was wrapped in Andrew's arms. The warmth and smell of Andrew seeping into him. "Thank you Drew," Neil whispered against Andrew's chest. Andrew just squeezed Neil tighter.

After a few minutes Andrew pulled back, took Neil's chin in his hand, "Yes or no?"

Neil smiled and nodded, leaning in to brush his lips against Andrew's. They kissed slowly for a while. Putting all the words they wouldn't say into that kiss. Putting all of their love for eachother into that kiss. Andrew pulled back to look at Neil after a while, stroked his cheek, Traced the shape of Neil's face with a fingertip.

"Everything..." Andrew whispered as he looked at Neil, as he traced the shape of him with his hands.

And yeah. Neil would be replaying that whispered confession in his head for a while.

#the foxhole court #aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #andriel #all for the game #tfc #matt boyd #kevin day #fluff #angst

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thatiranianphantom · 4 years ago

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the one where tabitha and reggie fix the damn thing, part 6

Tabitha's always thought of herself as fairly calm under pressure. She doesn't panic, she doesn't lose all sense of rationale when a crisis occurs.

Then again, there are normal-person crises, and then there are Riverdale crises, and she's starting to learn the delineation between the two. Nonetheless, she takes a few deep breaths as her eyes scan over the blood and the open window, trying to think of the least insane scenarios to explain the scene.

Reggie, however, apparently feels no such urge. He's literally spinning, head shaking, black hair flying, letting loose a stream of conciousness that she can't keep up with, but she hears scattered words like "crazy...should have known....my fault."

And at that, she finally lays one hand on either of his cheeks and draws his eyes to look at her, and this seems to stop the frenetic motion for a minute.

"Reggie. You have to calm down," she says, affecting as soothing a tone as she can manage. He lifts his eyes to meet hers and she's shocked to find them glazed with tears.

"This isn't your fault," she whispers. "You...you were just trying to help."

He shakes his head, and she remembers the Reggie that excitedly gathered all the mementos of Jughead and Betty's love he could find, and trapped them for the sole purpose of reuniting a love that everyone could see.

"Cooper and Jones...they get into this all the time. But this time, I got them into it. They're hurt, because of me."

Tabitha runs her thumb along his cheek. He's sweet, she thinks. So much different than what she had thought. He cares. He worries.

She gives a low chuckle.

"A bit ironic that someone working for a mobster who seems bent on their destruction to the exclusion of everything else cares so much but..." she bites her lip as a warm feeling blooms in her stomach. "...it's kind of sweet."

He huffs out a wet laugh, and the moment stretches on. Neither say anything, but somehow she feels they don't need to.

And really, they may have stayed there, but for the bell that chimed to indicate someone at the door.

The moment is broken in an instant. Her hands drop from his cheeks, and she hauls herself towards the door.

Tabitha finds herself almost annoyed that the moment has been broken. They're closed, who would be knocking? She's damn near over her threshold for emotional confrontations today, and she really doesn't have any patience for someone who clearly can't read a damn "Closed" sign.

Those are all the things she thinks, until she gets to the door, and it's filled with a very familiar figure.

"Danny," she breathes.

Her ex-fiance smiles at her, the same charming smile he'd had almost two years ago.

"Hey Tab," he says.

She's ready to give up. She understands nothing about the timing of this town, and why it seemed to have the vendetta against its residents of a corporeal being.

Her ex reaches out to her, trails his fingers down her arm. "Can I come in?" he says.

She can't even think to formulate a verbal response. Something approaching a laugh forces its way up her throat, but she swallows it down, thinking fleetingly that she's not sure the day can handle any more romantic drama.

But of course, today is not done with her, because from behind her pops Reggie Mantle, both their coats in hand and store keys jingling. He regards Danny up and down, his eyes flicking to him and then to Tabitha, and she can visibly see his back straightening.

Reggie clears his throat hard. "You mind, man? We've sort of got a job to do. And the place is closed."

Danny looks him up and down, then turns his gaze back to Tabitha. "I was sort of hoping...I could talk to Tab for a bit."

Reggie gives a loud guffaw, and Tabitha feels herself burn with embarrassment.

"Well, unless your little chat is more important than finding two probably kidnapped horny nerds, I think you'll have to rain check. Tabitha?"

Reggie cocks his head to the side, and she whips her head between the two of them. He's right, she knows. Danny has shown up out of nowhere, and Betty and Jughead could be dead now, for all they know. Mouthing an apology to a very confused looking Danny, she steps after Reggie, not missing the fact that he is keeping himself a firm six feet away from her.

#my fics #Tabitha Tate #Reggie Mantle #Bughead #Teggie #Look it is what it is

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noladyme · 5 years ago

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The Crown Princess of Charming part 5

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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My eyes were closed; and I couldn’t open them. I felt like I was floating above the floor; and my heart was beating a million miles per minute. My mind was fighting for control over my limbs. I was shivering. To someone used to being on drugs, the sensation might have been a good one. For me it was terrifying. Get up! Get up, you stupid bitch! Move! I couldn’t.

I was in and out of conciousness; but after a while it felt like my head was finally clearing, and I began to see light through slits of my eyelids. I could hear everything around me. The air condition was clicking above the door, and I began counting the drips from the tap in the bathroom. Still floating in the air; I could also feel every inch of the floor touching my body; and my clothes against my skin. It became so intense, I wanted to turn it off.

I managed to open my eyes completely, and looked down my body. The needle was still in my arm, and I wanted to remove it, but couldn’t lift my hand to do so. Though I lay completely still; every heartbeat made the room around me shake visibly. Like I was in ground zero of an earthquake. I was the earthquake. My eyes began to sting, and I realized I hadn’t blinked in over a minute. I told them to close, and they thankfully complied. The dripping from the tap, and the clicking of the AC became louder. My head was pounding from the sound.

I don’t know how long I laid there. It felt like 5 minutes – and at the same time, a decade. I occasionally opened my eyes – beginning to regain control over my body. Lifting my shoulder from the floor; I forced myself to roll over – ending up on my stomach.

Through the window I saw the lights fade outside. How long have I been here?

There was a knock on the door. Each tap was like an explosion in my ears; and I opened my mouth to tell it to stop. “Cat?”. It was Opies voice. “Her car is still here”. Juice was there as well. Why are they here? I was busy with trying to wake up my limbs; and get down from the cloud I was floating on. I didn’t have time for guests. The knock became a pounding. “Cat? Are you in there?”. Stop yelling, Opie. It’s hurting my ears.

The door crashed open; and Opie was standing in the room. “Shit; call Jax. Get him here, now!”. He knelt down next to me; putting an arm around my shoulder; pulling me into a seated position. “What happened? Cat?”. He yanked the needle from my arm; and put it on the floor.

“Linda”, I rasped. “Linda? Who’s Linda, sweetheart? Talk to me”. “Arm… Linda”, I tried.

Opie held me against his chest. “We’re going to the hospital”. My eyes widened. “N-no hospital!”, I sobbed. “My job…”. “You need help”, Opie said. “No. I’m dead”.

I closed my eyes; and felt his hand on my cheek. “Cat; stay awake!”. “He’s on his way. Close by”. Juice had entered the room. “Let’s get her onto the bed”. I felt them lift me, and the softness of the mattress hit my back. “Jax…”, I said. “He’s coming”, Juice said. “Ope, get some water”. Someone held a glass to my lips, and I felt something cold trickle into my mouth. Opening my eyes, I saw Juice’s worried face. “Come on, dancing queen. Stay with us”.

There was an engine sound outside, and shortly after, Jax was in the room. “Cat!”. He ripped me from Juice’s arms; and cradled my face with his hand. His eyes were the picture of pain. “Cat, baby. I’m here…”. “I’m dead”, I mumbled. “You’re not dead. You’re here. Stay with me, baby; please!”.

I felt him pull me towards his chest; but couldn’t reciprocate his embrace. “We need to get her to the hospital”. “No!”, I sobbed. Opie shook his head. “She said something about her job”, he muttered. “Jax, there was a syringe in her arm…”.

My eyes closed again; and Jax tried to pry them open. “Don’t got to sleep. Open your eyes”. “Linda…”, I whispered. My tongue felt like it was twice as big as normal. “Who’s Linda, baby?”. My head tilted backwards; and a hand held it up for me. “Tell me who Linda is!”, Jax demanded. I opened my eyes again. Jackson was almost sobbing. “No, Jax. It’s ok…”. “It’s not ok, baby. I’m getting you out of here”.

He tried to lift me of the bed; but his body was shaking; so Opie – who’s hand had been behind my head – took over. “Get the car, Juice”. The young biker ran out the door. “No hospital”, I pleaded.

“I’ll take her to the cabin. She can come down there – away from whoever did this”, Jax said. Opie began walking out the room. “Jax; are you sure she didn’t…”. “Ope, look at her. She’s beat up!”, Jax growled. “Someone put that needle in her arm”. “Ok, but you can’t drive, man. You’re reeling”. “You drive; I’ll be in the back with her”.

I was transported to the backseat of my car. Juice had moved my stuff around so it would fit me and Jax. I was leaning against Jackson’s chest; and he was continuously talking to me, and kissing the top of my head; trying to get me to stay awake. “Get Chib’s to go to the cabin”, Opie called to Juice. “My pops is up there already; call him as well”. “Chibs?”, Juice asked. “He’s the closest thing we have to a doctor. Just get him”.

Opie started the engine; and the roar woke up my body. I jolted. “Jax!”, I yelled. “It’s ok, I got you”, he shushed me. Opie began driving; and the sensation of the movement, made me feel like I was suddenly falling through the air; with nothing holding on to me. “I’m falling!”, I screamed. “I’m falling down!”. Jax held me tightly; pulling me onto his lap. “You’re not falling. We’re going somewhere safe”. “Don’t let go…”, I sobbed.

“I’m not letting go. Ever”.

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I blacked out. It wasn’t sleep; but I still fell in to a nightmare. In it; I was screaming into the dark – but not a sound came out. Hey kitty… my Catherine… I won’t lose you… I’ll do anything… His hands were grasping for me; and caught my wrist. He threw me against a wall. You’re not leaving me. We’re meant to be. His hand went to my throat; and began choking me. I struggled and sobbed. Just let me go. Please, Josh! I can’t. I won’t. He punched me in the gut; and I toppled over. No more. Please!

“No more!”, I screamed; waking from the sound of my own voice. Jax stroked my cheek. “It’s over, baby. Shh…”.

We were pulled over in the forest somewhere, and Opie opened the door for us. It was the middle of the night; and I drew in fresh air. “Where are we?”, I breathed. “At our cabin”, Jax said. He and Opie pulled me out of the car; and Jax ran to the door of a small house; letting Opie carry me.

“Piney!”, Jax roared. “It’s us. Open up!”. The door opened, and Piney stepped aside to let us enter. I hardly noticed the room we stepped in to; too occupied with trying to calm my breath. “She’s tweaking, man”, Opie said. Jax opened a door and I was placed on a bed inside a smaller room. “I saw this shit with Wendy”, he snarled. “I can’t leave her alone. She might hurt herself”.

He shrugged of his cut and flannel shirt; and then stripped me of my shoes and jeans; tucking me in under the covers. “You’ve got to stay with me, Cat”, he said. “Whatever they gave you might make you see things; but it’s not real; ok?”. He got onto the bed with me, and put his arms around me, holding me tight. “Just try to relax your body”.

My muscles were tensing up, and I was beginning to feel the pain from the kick to my abdomen and ribs. I sobbed uncontrollably. “I can’t. It’s too much”. “You can do it”, he insisted. “I know you can. You’re strong”. Tears began streaming from my eyes. “I’m sorry…”, I cried. He shook his head. “No, this is my fault, baby. I shouldn’t have let you go on your own”, he sighed. “I’m so sorry…”.

“Jax, Chibs will be here tomorrow. He’s stuck in Oakland for now”, Opie said, from the door. “Do you need anything?”. “Quiet. And keep it dark and cool in here. She needs fresh air”. Jax stroked the hair away from my face. Opie opened a window, and pulled the curtains closed. “What about the shaking? She’s so bad, she might fall of the bed”, Opie muttered. He was right. My body was convulsing; and Jax had to grab on to my arm, so I wouldn’t knock over the lamp on the nightstand. “I’ll hold on to her until she comes down”, he growled. “And get a bucket. She might get sick”. Opie left us to get the bucket; and Jax put a leg over me; embracing me, to hold my arms down. Putting the bucket by the bed, Opie left us alone, answering a call on his cell. He closed the door behind him.

“What’s happening?”, I whimpered. “You’re coming down from the meth”, he whispered. “Meth?”, I said. He clenched his jaw. “I’ve seen it before”. Wendy. Abel’s mother. “You did this for her as well…”. “Too many times”, he sneered. “I’m sorry…”, I whispered. He shook his head. “This is different. You’re different”.

I began weeping quietly. Jackson shushed me; and held me even tighter; stroking my hair. “Sleep, Cat”, he whispered. “You told me to stay awake”, I sniveled. He chuckled slightly. “You’re speaking in full sentences. I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine”, he said. “Rest”.

He put one arm under my head, so I was laying against his shoulder; and held my body close; absorbing the jolts from my muscles. “Just sleep”. I closed my eyes, and tried to calm myself.

Falling in and out of sleep, I noticed people around the bed. At one point, someone pried my eyes open to check my pupils.

“You have more experience with this, than I do, Jackie”, Chibs’ voice said. “Check her pulse again, man!”, Jax said. “It’s racing, I already told you”.

Someone stroked my cheek. “Cat?”. “Mmhmm?”, I mumbled. “How do you feel?”. “Not dead. Pain”, I croaked.

“Go back to sleep, luv’”. “Ok”.

I was out seconds later.

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When I woke, I was alone in the bed. The door was open, and I heard voices from the front room. “… awake yet. She’s been out all day”. Opie sounded worried. It sounded like Chibs was with him. “There’s not a lot we can do but wait”, he said. “I’m more worried about what was in that shit, other than meth. It might not have been clean”. “I know, man…”, Opie muttered.

I opened my eyes. “Good morning, sweetheart. Or should I say, afternoon…”, a gravely voice said. In an armchair in the corner sat Piney. He gave me a relieved smile. “Guys. She’s back!”.

Opie and Chibs came in to the room. I sat up in the bed, and immediately felt a rumbling in my stomach. “Oh… God…”. Opie rushed to my side, and held my hair. Chibs lifted the bucket to my mouth – and I threw up violently. Opie rubbed my back. “That’s it, lass”, Chibs smiled. “Let it out”.

My body shook; and I let out another hurl. Once my stomach was empty, and pained from my muscles contracting; Chibs gave the bucket to Piney, and handed me a glass of water. I drank the whole glass; and let it settle in my stomach. “Well, that was attractive”, I muttered. Opie – who was still rubbing circles on my back – chuckled. “You should have seen Donna when she was pregnant with Kenny”, he said. “It was vomit city for 7 months straight, before she finally got over the morning sickness”. “I’m not pregnant”, I muttered. Chibs smiled crookedly. “No, but you did get something else nasty shoved inside you, my love”.

I took a deep breath; and put my feet on the floor. “Where’s Jax?”, I asked. “Just outside”, Piney said. “I’ll get him”. “Is he ok?”, I said. “A bit of ptsd is all. He’ll be fine”. Piney left the room. I tried to stand up; but almost toppled over. Chibs caught me in his arms. “Carefull, Cat. You’re still under the influence”, he chuckled.

Jax came in to the room; almost running to take me in his arms. His face was white; and he had dark circles under his eyes. “Sit down, baby”, he whispered. “Can you get her something to wear?”, he asked the others, and Opie grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt from a drawer. “We’ll leave you to it”, he muttered, and they left us alone.

“How are you feeling?”, Jax said; as he sat me down on the bed again. “Like someone beat me up, and drugged me”, I said. He tried to put his arms around me, but I shrugged him off. “I just hurled all over Chibs and Opie. I smell like shit”. “Yeah, you do”, he smiled. “Let’s get you cleaned up”. He put my arm around his shoulder, and supported my weight as we walked to the bathroom across the hall from the room, I’d slept in.

“I can clean myself”, I grumbled, and sat down on the toilet. “Just stop complaining, and let me help you”, he said. He pulled my top over my head; and removed my bra and socks for me. “Stand up”, he said. Once on my feet, he pulled down my panties, and helped me step out of them.

He looked me over with angry eyes. I had bruising covering my stomach and left side. He touched my skin softly, and I winced. “Sorry…”, he muttered.

I took a quick look into the mirror. My right eye was swollen; and my cheek was black and blue. I had to look away.

Stepping into the shower, I turned on the water; making it as hot as possible. I was freezing for some reason. “It’s the come-down”, he said; as if he’d read my mind. Jax unwrapped a new toothbrush from the cabinet, and put some toothpaste on it. I took it; muttering a thanks. He sat down on the toilet, and looked at me as I showered. “I’d join you…”, he smiled. “Don’t…”, I said. “Not now”. I couldn’t deal with his jokes - my head was too scrambled and upset.

I quickly brushed my teeth, and got out of the shower, accepting the towel he handed me. “Cat…”, he began. “No, Jackson”, I said. “You’re going to have to talk about what happened”, he said; voice hard. I put on the sweatpants, and tied the string, to keep the Bobby sized garment from falling off my hips. “This was him, Jax”, I said. He handed me the t-shirt. “I’m not sure…”.

I looked at him with rageful eyes. “They said kitty. That’s what he calls me!”. Jax let out a long breath. “Ok…”, he said. “Was he there?”. I shook my head, and put the t-shirt on. “No… he wouldn’t let someone else…”. I couldn’t finish the sentence. “What?”, Jax growled. “What happened?”. I looked at him, and parted my lips; tears welling up in my eyes. “Did any of those cocksuckers…”, he began. “No!”, I whimpered. “One of them began taking his pants off, but he didn’t… the others stopped him”.

Jax looked ready to commit murder. “I’m gonna kill them”, he yelled.

I began full on sobbing. His expression softened; and he took me in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you”. “You didn’t. It’s just…”. I didn’t finish. “Everything’s gone to shit”. He stroked my hair. “No. No, baby”, he breathed. “I’m gonna lose my job!”, I whimpered. “Gemma called you in sick”, Jax said. “I was supposed to take that test today”, I cried against his shoulder.

He put his hands on my shoulders, and held me in front of him, to look at me seriously. “Your job is the last thing on my mind right now; and it should be the last thing on yours”. “What am I going to do?”, I said. He sighed. “For now, you’re going to get something to eat, and then tell me what the hell happened yesterday”, he said. “We’ll figure the rest out from there”.

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Jax helped me into the front room of the cabin. During the day Opie, Chibs, Piney and Juice had taken turns checking on me – and Jax, I thought to myself. It looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep at all.

Someone had brought burgers and fries; and I attacked my serving with a fervor – famished. “Coke?”, I said, mouth full. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”, Juice chuckled. Piney smacked him over the head, and Opie handed me a large cup of soda.

“Cat, you need to tell me what happened”, Jax said. We were seated at the dining table; Jax having taken the seat around the corner from me. “All of it”.

I swallowed a bite; and met his dark eyes. “There were four of them…”, I began. “Mother…”. Chibs growled. “Let her talk, man”, Opie said. I clenched my jaw. “Ski masks. I didn’t see their faces. Their clothes weren’t special… I wouldn’t recognize them”, I said. “They punched me; and kicked me, when I tried to get away”. Jax was literally grinding his teeth. “She’s bruised all over”, he snarled.

I sighed. “Can I have a cigarette?”, I said. Opie gave me one, and lit it for me. I took a draw from the smoke; and coughed from the pain streaming from my ribs. Jax reached for the cigarette in my hand; but I pulled it away. “Just… let me”, I said. He exhaled, and took my free hand in his.

“Tell us more, darling”, Piney grumbled. “I don’t know what to say… it wasn’t good”, I muttered. “They held me down; and one of them…”. I looked at Jax, and could see that he understood this was also the guy who had wanted to rape me. “He jabbed my arm with a needle. Then… You saw the rest”.

“Did they say anything?”, Jax asked. “They talked about money. 500 bucks. A name, maybe…. Darcy?”. Jax’s eyes lit on fire. “Darby?”, he growled. “I think so…”.

He slammed his fist into the table; making me jump from my seat. “He’s dead”, he said. “I’m going to kill him myself”. “Jax; we just cleared our beef with The Nords”, Opie muttered. “This isn’t beef. This is beyond anything…”. He couldn’t finish his sentence; but instead stood up; and kicked his chair into the wall. “Was he there? Was Darby there?”, he demanded. “No…”, I whimpered. “They just talked about him. Said his name”.

Chibs got up, and put a calming hand on Jacksons shoulder. “Jackie. Get your head straight, brother. Your woman is sitting there; scared out her mind”. Jax’s body language immediately relaxed; and he looked at my terrified face. He crouched down next to me; and turned my body to face him. “I’m sorry”, he whispered; and put his forehead to mine.

Piney raised a brow at us. “We need more than Darby’s name being mentioned”, he said. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”. I shook my head. Jax stood back up, and got behind me – putting his hands on my shoulders. “We don’t need anything else. Darby’s never stuck with a truce before”.

Juice looked at us ponderingly. “Who’s Linda?”. “What?”, I said. “You kept repeating her name. Even in your sleep…”. I frowned. “I can’t help think it’s creepy you all watched me sleep…”, I said. Juice stifled a grin. “Who is she, though?”.

I suddenly remembered. “The guy with the needle. He had a tattoo… It was a swastika – with the name Linda next to it”. Opie took the half-smoked cigarette from my hand; and puffed it once, before putting it out. “That asshole, Ollie. His girls name is Linda”. “Ollie?”, Chibs said. “Isn’t he the one who Darby had cooking out by Chestnut Road?”. “Yeah”, Opie muttered.

“We got our proof”, Jax said.

I stood up; and stumbled towards the bedroom. “I’m not feeling good”, I muttered. “You gonna vomit again?”, Juice asked. I sent him a menacing look; and continued down the hall.

I fell into the bed. My head was spinning. “Cat?”. Jax was standing in the doorway; looking at me nervously. “Can I go back to sleep now?”, I whispered. He frowned. “Talk to me”. “What do you want to hear?”, I said. He came over to sit by me on the bed. “That I’m ok?... I’m not”. “I know”, he said. “What do you want me to do?”. I sighed. “Put me on the back of your bike; and take me far away; where I can feel safe”. “Shit, I’ll go get it right now”, he smiled softly. “But is that what you really want?”. I shook my head. “I just want this to be over”.

I looked at his exhausted face. “Did you sleep at all?”, I asked. “I’m fine”, he breathed. “You’re not”, I said. “You’ll do anything for me?”. He nodded; and chewed his lip. “Lay down next to me, and sleep”. I tried to smile. “Babe, I need to…”. “Sleep”, I insisted.

He let out a long exhale; and walked over to close the door. I laid myself down; and he took off his shoes – joining me on the bed. We laid face to face; and I stroked his forehead. He was tense; and his eyes were darting; looking anywhere but at me. “Are you mad at me?”, I whispered. “No”, he said. “It’s not…”. “This wasn’t your fault”, I said. “You didn’t do this”. He finally looked at me. There were tears in his eyes. “I could have lost you. I just got you; and I could have lost you… When I saw you laying there…”. I kissed away a tear that had begun running down his cheek. “I’m here, baby”, I smiled softly. “You have me”.

He stroked my cheek; and kissed me gently. “I love you”, he whispered. “I love you”, I smiled. “Now sleep”

I ran my fingers across his forehead, letting them slide down his cheek; before pulling him towards me, so his head rested against my chest. Stroking his hair softly; I listened to his breathing calm down. He fell asleep within minutes – and I followed him soon after.

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The next morning, I woke before Jax. My old man’s legs were tangled with mine; and he looked at peace. There was a knock at the door. “Jax?”. It was Gemma. Jax jostled, but didn’t wake.

I slipped out of his grasp; and got out of bed; quietly making my way to the door – opening it. Gemma’s face was pained when she saw me. “Oh, baby”, she muttered, and pulled me in to her arms. “I’m so sorry”. I returned her hug. “He’s asleep”. Gemma nodded; and we walked to the front room; sitting down at the table. She poured me a cup of coffee; and I took a cigarette from Jax’s cut; that was hanging from the chair I was sitting on.

“Are you ok?”; Gemma asked. “Hell, no”, I chuckled. She half smiled at me. “Where is everyone?”. “Juice is sweeping the perimeter; and the others are on their way back to Charming”, she said. She looked down. “You’re gonna hate me for asking, but are you preg…”. “No”, I interrupted her. “I’m not”. She nodded. “Jax isn’t the only one with a little ptsd, huh?”, I asked, and took a draw from my cigarette. “Can you blame me?”, she smirked. I shook my head, and smiled. “Is Neeta with Abel?”, I asked. “Lyla’s got him for the day. She sends her love”.

We sat a while without talking. “You know they’re gonna have to do something about this…”, Gemma suddenly said. I nodded. “This is…”. I ran a hand across my face. “I’ve never seen him like that. He’s going to kill someone… for me”. Gemma frowned. “And you don’t want him to”. “No”, I whispered. “I don’t want that on my hands”. “It won’t be, the club will make sure it isn’t”. “You don’t get it Gemma”, I said. “I’m the reason this is happening… I brought this on him”.

Gemma took my hand. “This life isn’t for everyone”. I looked down. “Do you want me gone?”, I whispered. She squeezed my hand. “You’re the best thing that’s happened for my son in a long time”, she said. “If you left… it would kill him”. I chewed my lip; and tears welled up in my eyes. “I love him”, I said. “I know”, she said. “And you need to remember that, for what’s coming”. I sighed.

“How do you do it?”, I said. “How do you deal with the blood and the death?”. She took a sip of her coffee, and shook her head. “One day at a time, sweetheart”.

Jax stumbled into the room; rubbing his eyes. “Hey”, he said, and kissed his mother’s cheek; before stepping over to me. He kissed me gently; and stroked the bruises on my face with a light hand. “How’d you sleep?”. “Like someone coming down from meth”, I said. He frowned. “Not funny”, he muttered. “Kind of funny”, I said.

Jackson grabbed a mug of coffee himself. “Jax said you called me in sick”, I said. “Told the office you were in a car crash”, Gemma replied. “What car?”. Jax and Gemma looked at each other without a word. “What car, Jax?”, I repeated with a firm voice. “I had Tig drive my bike up here. He took the chevy”, Jax muttered. “What?”. My heart dropped. “What did you do to my car?”. “We’ll get you another”, he said; and lit a cigarette. “I don’t want another car”, I yelled. “I want my car. Call him and get it back!”. Jax took a deep draw of his cigarette. “It’s already trashed”, he said.

Gemma stood up, and picked up her purse. “I’ll let you talk. I just came to check you were ok. There are groceries in the kitchen, and fresh clothes in a bag by the door”. She smiled softly. “Let me know if you need anything else”. “Thanks, ma’”, Jackson muttered. “I love you”, she said, and walked out the door.

I looked at Jax with hard eyes. “You can’t make decisions like that for me”, I said. He clenched his jaw. “I made a call”, he said. “A shitty one”, I sneered. “Careful”, he grumbled. My breath hitched. “Or what?”, I muttered. “Is this part of being an old lady? Bending over and taking it?”. He looked at me with a coldness that made my whole body shiver. “Last time I bent you over, you seemed to be fine with it”. There was no jest in his eyes.

I stood up, and went to go back to the bedroom. Jax grabbed my wrist. “Cat…”. I froze. “Sit down”. I sat back down slowly; tears welling up in my eyes. “Please…”, I whispered. His face dropped. “Baby… what did you think was gonna happen just now?”. I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m not… I-i’m sorry”, I stuttered. Jax’s face went white. “No, darlin’. No!”, he breathed. He took my shaking hands, and tried to pull my rigid body towards him. “I wouldn’t… Please don’t ever be afraid of me!”. My body was stiff, and I couldn’t meet his eyes. “You’re angry…”. “Not with you! Shit…”.

He knelt on the floor in front of me, and put his hands on either side of my face; trying to get me to look at him. “I’m so sorry… I would never hurt you”. My eyes flickered towards his. He looked anguished. “Is that what he did to you?”, he whispered. I looked down again. “He only beat me once. That time at my job”, I said. “But there was always something there”. Jax straightened his back, and put his arms around me. His hand went to my head; and he stroked my hair. “I’ll never hurt you like that. No one has the right to do that to you”, he breathed into my ear. “To anyone”. “Why did you say careful?”, I whimpered. “I didn’t want your heartrate to go up. You’re still reeling”. “I’m sorry”, I sobbed. “Don’t say that. You don’t have to say that to me. You haven’t done anything wrong”. He sighed; and gently kissed my lips. “I’m sorry about your car… I should have talked to you about it. I have to make decisions sometimes…”. I nodded, and sniveled. “You should have”, I muttered. “But I get it”. He smiled softly. “I love you, Cat”.

I tried to smile. “I want to go home”, I said. Jax shook his head. “Not yet”, he said. “Until we know for sure this is about the club, and not about you; you have to stay here”. “Stay safe…”, I muttered. I wiped my eyes, and sighed.

Juice came in to the cabin then, looking like he hadn’t slept all night. “We’re good”, he said. Jax stood up. “Thanks, man”, Jax said. “You good? You look like shit”. “Haven’t slept for more than 36 hours”, Juice chuckled. “Haven’t done that since I used to do coke”.

I gasped. “Juice!”, I said. “Have you ever done a drug test?”. The biker laughed. “Hell yeah. Did them once a week in the halfway house”. Jax looked at me bewilderedly. “Why?”, he said. “How long after you take a drug, will it stay in your system?”. Juice shrugged. “Depends on how often you take ‘em”, he said. “Up to a week, I guess… if it’s just a piss-test”.

“Shit!”, I cried out. “I have to wait a week before I can do the test for work”. “Don’t worry about that now, Cat”, Jax said pointedly. “I am worried. I’m gonna lose my job; Jax!”. He took my hand, and tried to calm me. “We’ll talk to Unser. Get him to write out a report on your accident; saying you were tested at St. Thomas”. I shook my head. “They can double check…”, I said. “They’re not going to question the sheriff”, he answered. “Don’t worry about it. Just focus on getting better”.

Juice stifled a yawn. “Go get some sleep, man”, Jax said. “Take the other room”. Juice looked grateful; walked in to the second bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

I stood up and stepped into Jax’s arms. He held me close; and I closed my eyes – leaning against his shoulder. He kissed my neck; his beard tickling me slightly – making me giggle. “What?”, he asked. “Your beard is tickling me”, I said. He pulled his head back, and smirked. “I’ll shave it, when you get crow-inked”. I raised a brow at him. “Lucky for me, I like your beard”, I smiled.

He frowned. “What am I going to do about you, dollface?”, he said. “Is it really such a big deal for you?”. I stroked his cheek. “I don’t like the thought of being marked like that”, I said. “I don’t want people to look at me and just think there goes Jackson Tellers old lady”. He chuckled. “You could get a tiny one… in a place only I will see”. He slid a hand over my bottom, and squeezed gently. “I’m not getting my ass tattooed!”, I said. His hand went further down, and between my legs. “There are other places”, he breathed in my ear.

His fingers roamed my clothed folds; and my breath hitched. “Jax! Juice is right next door!”, I whispered. “He’s probably already out cold”, he said, and continued his pressing of my warmth. “What was that about not getting my heartrate up?”, I said. “We can go slow”, he smirked.

He pressed his body against mine; and a familiar tingling began spreading through my groin. I couldn’t help myself; and parted my legs; letting him continue his assault on my privates. “Come on, old lady”, he grinned at me. “These sweatpants are giving me a serious hard-on”.

Old lady! “Jax!”, I gasped. He was nibling at my neck. “I know”, he said. “Come on, baby…”. I pushed his hand away, and stepped back. “No!”, I said. “I remember something”. He furrowed his brow. “What?”. “The men… they didn’t know who I was, when they first came in”, I said. “Once they realized I’m with you; they almost ran out of the room”. “Darby didn’t tell them”, Jax said. “Maybe he didn’t know either”. Jax shook his head. “It doesn’t matter either way”, he scoffed. “He’s still a dead man”. “It does matter, if it means someone had him do it. If Josh…”.

Jax’s phone rang in his pocket. He picked up. “Yeah?”. His face went from questioning to hard within seconds. “You sure?... yeah, Juice… No, he’s out cold. I need someone else here… Happy?”. He looked at me worriedly. “No one closer?... Because he’s goddamn scary; and she’s still… yeah. Ok. I’ll be there”. He hung up, and looked at me. “I have to go”, he said apologetically. “Happy’s 30 minutes from here; he’ll come back up Juice”. I shuddered. “Ok”, I said. Jax put his arms around me again; and kissed me. “You’ll be fine. Anyone comes near that shouldn’t, and they’ll be dead”. “I don’t doubt it”, I muttered.

He sighed, and put his forehead to mine. “I love you”, he whispered. “Say it again”, I demanded. “I love you”, he smiled. “I love you too”, I breathed; and kissed him.

Jax got his shirt and his cut; and walked towards the door. “Keep this locked”, he said; and handed me the bag Gemma had left for me. “Your purse and gun are in the bedroom”. I nodded. “Where are you going?”, I asked. He clenched his jaw. “Chibs got info on Ollie”. I shook my head. “Jax, no…”, I pleaded. “I’m just gonna talk to him…”, Jax said earnestly. He sighed. “I have to make a short run first. Oakland. I’ll be back tonight”. “Guns?”, I said. “Yeah”, he muttered, almost apologetically. “I have to go”. I nodded. “Be careful”, I said. “I promise”, he smiled. “Lock the door”, he repeated. “Yes, sir”, I said. He smirked; and left the cabin.

As I locked the door; I heard him start up his bike, and drive away. I quickly showered and got dressed in my own clothes. Gemma had brought things for both me and Jax; so I put on some jean-shorts; a tank top; and the blue flannel Jax had worn the night we’d first made love. It smelled like him; and calmed me down.

30 minutes – almost to the second – later, I heard another bike pull up. I sprang to the bedroom, and grabbed my handgun; before hesitantly looking back into the front room. The door unlocked, and Happy walked in – looking anything but happy. He closed and locked the door behind him.

I slowly walked into the room. Happy looked at my bruised face; before noticing the gun in my hand. “The safety’s on”, he said with a gravely voice. “Wanna play Uno?”

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#jax teller x oc #jax teller fic #jackson teller #jax teller #jackson teller fic #soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fic

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willadisastercry · 5 years ago

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Retrieval mission gone horribly wrong: nearly everyone is whumped...

tw: discussion of blood, breathing difficulties, impalement, loss of conciousness, discussion of the aftermath of an explosion

The mission should’ve been simple. All they had to do was blend in, which meant no armor, only concealed bayards. Everybody knew the deal, Pidge has the tablet that tracts the artifact, the rest follow and protect Pidge who retrieves said artifact. They were supposed to get in and out quickly, to not leave time to dawdle, or room for error. And most importantly, not get caught. But the entire team was off that day, leaving little that went according to plan and multiple members of the group badly injured and in need of tending. It didn’t matter if it was a lack of focus or proper intel... but who was left to save them?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Hunk had refused to enter the crudely lit corridor and watched in horror as his teammates were enveloped into darkness aside from the shrinking green and red and grey glows of their bayards.

The vibes were just off, he’d argued in protest since the power hadn’t wavered once when they combed the previous floor. We don’t have our suits and cannot afford to blindly walk into an ambush with only our bayards. Not to mention, there is not a single guard around—absolutely nothing to protect this artifact located down a dark and mysterious hallway, does not mean go and check it out anyway?!

But Pidge’s radar confirmed the signal was emitting from just a couples yards ahead and the other boys couldn’t argue with that.

“You don’t have to come with us, bud.”

“Yea, don’t sweat it...”

“...we gotta get moving.”

They were already running short on time for the estimated window of opportunity to retrieve the artifact they were tracking before the security system rebooted. They just couldn’t pass up the chance, but Hunk also just wasn’t going to be caught dead following them down there.

“I guess I’ll cover you on this end...”

There was nothing on his end though. Not a single thing.

He relished in the steady influx of their voices discussing what they saw over the coms. Nothing for a while, Lance stepping on Pidge’s heel, Keith bonking his bayard on the wall accidentally and it scaring them, Pidge saying they were closing in on the artifact. But immediately after they started closing in the clear stream became crackled and unintelligible.

Hunk wanted to throw up, he knew something had gone really really wrong when their coms went down completely but Shiro and Allura could still be heard urging everyone to move faster, that they wouldn’t be able to hold the attention of their defense fleet much longer.

They had drawn the patrol fleets’ fire and were serving as a distraction for nearly thirty dobashes now, their lions had taken a substantial amount of damage and wouldn’t hold up much longer.

“Guys?! Pidge, come in! Lance? Keith? ANYONE?!”

“Yelling! In my ear! Why are we yelling?”

“Shit—yeah, hi Shiro. So... Keith, Lance and Pidge followed the signal down this sketchy hallway, but I didn’t go because it looks like the type of hallway you get murdered in—I shouldn’t say that, but it looks like that. It’s pitch black, zero visibility, I can’t see them at all. Man it felt so wrong down there! I knew something was up, I felt bad about not going with them but I couldn’t, I couldn’t go, something wasn’t right!”

“Hunk! Focus! I need you to calm down and tell me you’re exact location, better yet send it to me.”

“Gosh—okay, yeah, I can focus. I can—“

But Shiro never got to calm Hunk down enough to have him even describe where he was because his end of the coms went out and was replaced with a similar static.

“Crap, Allura I’ve got to go in and help them,” Shiro stated as he sprayed the battle ships with a hail of fire before stealing the castle away.

“I’m coming, guys,” Shiro assured even though they likely couldn’t hear him.

Allura stayed back to draw base’s defensive fighters away and then get them off her tail while Coran cloaked the castle. Once they were out of range, Shiro used their last drop ship to bypass the planets defenses while they were still distracted and landed on the base near Pidge’s green lion.

Shiro had no idea what he’d be walking into when he tracked the artifact on the server Pidge created to identify quintessence.

He sure didn’t think he’d first find a passed out Hunk at the beginning of said sketchy hallway with a heavy plume of smoke billowing from it. His forehead bleeding pretty significantly and he didn’t stir when Shiro shook him.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he lugged the larger boy up by his arms and draped him over his back, using their combined momentum to keep them both upright as he trudged into the thick smoke and dense darkness of the sketchy hallway.

It was so dark he couldn’t see five feet in front of him, but it wouldn’t have mattered with the smoke anyway, the only reason he remembered it was there was how it filled and sat heavy in his lungs.

He called out hoarsely. But nothing for the longest time until he followed the blinking light from the server and turned the corner.

The first thing he heard was heavy breathing. He called out, but no one responded. His glowing hand casting a vague purple sheen that illuminated his path slightly and allowed him just enough visibility to not to eat shit over the debris that littered the floor.

There had been an explosion.

Hunk had been right. There was no one guarding the suspicious hallway with the precious artifact because the guard was the spooky hallway itself.

Shiro slowed and began scanning the entire width of the hallway as he moved, looking for the first sign of life or anything that looked like it would set off a bomb, but wasn’t too worried about that since his team had obviously made it that far without...

He forced any thought about what he might stumble upon when he found them out of his head. All he needed to focus on was finding them in the first place, which got a little tricky when the hallway forked. The server wasn’t precise enough to pinpoint the difference of fifteen feet accurately. So he stopped altogether now and called out again.

He heard nothing for second, but then he heard wheezing, the strangled rattle of someone’s chest working and darted down the right most corridor.

Before he turned down the next corridor he was stopped dead in his tracks when his purple hand illuminated a shaggy haired form crumpled around the corner of the wall. Keith.

He knelt down and grabbed the shuddering boy’s shoulders. His raspy breathing was what he’d been hearing. He refrained from rolling him onto his back to check for further damage because it was peppered with shards of metal, so instead he assured him that he was safe now and that he’d come back for him once he checked on everyone else. Keith only grunted.

Shiro let Hunk down next to Keith and activated his hand once more to begin scouring the hallway.

He called out again, and this time someone responded. Shiro took off on a weary trot as he followed the weak response, he told them to keep talking as he scanned the floor, very aware of each skinny twist of metal that looked remotely like an arm or a leg until he actually saw a leg attached to one. Lance.

Lance was on his side, his shoulder tucked unnaturally under him, with the tip of a jagged wrench of metal sticking into the fleshy part of his thigh.

“I’m okay,” he huffed as Shiro eyed him worriedly, “I just can’t get up. My shoulder is done for but the bleeding on my leg has sort of stopped or slowed at least, it’s not even that deep it’s just very securely in there.”

“Okay, do you think you can stand?”

Lance laughed dubiously, but extended his uninjured arm out to Shiro anyway.

“That was not at all convincing, but I guess we’ll find out... hook your arm around my neck, yeah just like that, now I’m going to brace your bad arm against your side so nothing moves weird and you’re going to put weight on your good leg... on three, one—three!”

As soon as Shiro hoisted Lance up he nearly topppled back over with the wave of excruciating pain that washed over him, he yelped and writhed as he breathed through it, his legs wobbling while he gripped Shiro’s shirt to keep himself upright.

From what Shiro could tell as he carefully manuevered his arms around Lance’s waist and good arm to keep him from falling, his shoulder appeared to be very much dislocated. But it was now safely clutched against his side, so any jostling of it would be awful, but no further damage would be made.

Lance took a shakey breath and stepped back, giving himself a second to sus out if he could make do with his bad leg. A fresh gush of dark red welled around the shard protruding from his thigh and dribbled slowly down his leg. He grimaced, but it carried his weight.

Shiro’s heart sank. An explosion like this wouldn’t have hurt his team as badly if they were wearing their armor, not just the under suit. It was his order, to be discreet. This was his fault.

“Hey, I’ll live. Pidge was father down, she was closer to this explosion,” Lance mused as he leaned heavily on the wall while he made his way forward.

“There were like several. Keith got the brunt of the first one, is he okay?”

“Uh, ish. I had Hunk with me, he’s out so I left him with Keith.”

“Shit...”

“I know, usually takes a lot more to take out the big—“

“No, look.”

Lance pointed to Pidge with the light of his bayard. She was slumped against the wall and looked like she was mostly okay asides from being unconscious, that is if you didn’t mention the glistening pool of blood below her.

Shiro rushed forward and his stomach turned. Only when he got close did he realize that the entire right side of her body was torn up by metal debris.

A lot were minor knicks, but there was one particularly jagged gash in her side that was likely the source of all the blood.

“Pidge? Hey, you with us?!”

The smaller teammate hummed when Shiro shook them.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, okay? This probably won’t feel good, I’m sorry.”

Shiro lifted up Pidge’s limp form effortlessly, ignoring her pained cries as he held her against his chest so that her head rested on his shoulder, one arm clutching the back of her thighs and the other free to help Lance limp back to the rest of the team.

Hunk was responding by the time they got back. A large hand pressed firmly on Keith’s arm as his chest worked, his breath ragged and his lungs wheezing while he breathed through the thick smoke. Shiro made a mental note that he probably had some other injuries to his chest that were making him so susceptible to the effects of smoke inhalation.

“Okay, Hunk how you doing? Can you walk?”

“I ‘on know,” he slurred, “pro’ly.”

“I can help him. You get the mullet, he’s not looking too hot.”

Lance hefted a dazed Hunk to his feet with his uninjured arm. He swayed, but Lance steadied him.

Shiro knelt beside Keith, balancing Pidge on one side while he probbed his stomach.

“Anything hurt over here?”

“No, agh! Not really, mostly my chest... and my back,” he groaned through labored breaths.

“Good, hold on to me,” he postured before pressing the boys hips against his own and bringing him up with him.

Keith’s breath hitched as he adjusted to the new orientation, but he got his feet under him and clutched Shiro’s shoulder before doubling over. He was almost retching like he was going to be sick, but he just couldn’t breathe.

Hunk who was hanging on Lance held out his arm for him to grasp and he did, grateful for the extra support while he struggled to fill his lungs.

“Easy, Keith. Just relax. I know it hurts, but we have to get back to the Castle. We’ll fix you up soon you just gotta work with us for now,” Shiro soothed, dragging him along sluggishly.

“Shi— o— iro— Shiro? Shiro can you hear me?”

As they moved farther and farther away from the artifact, the coms grew clearer until they could hear Allura’s voice distinct and worried.

“We’re here Princess, we’re all here,” Lance answered.

They heard Allura let out a sigh she tried to repress, she didn’t even know she was holding her breath.

“Are the paladins alright?”

“Uh...”

“Ish.”

“Should I patch Coran in and tell him to prepare a pod?”

Pidge let out a particularly pointed whine as Shiro shifted her so she wouldn’t slip lower, his moving also tweaked something for Keith who moaned a very deep and crackly ‘ouch’.

Shiro eyed the darkened expanse of Lance’s thigh, Hunk’s wavering balance.

“Have him prepare a few... just to be safe.”

“Oh dear, alright.”

They had to move quickly but carefully. Shiro had never tread so lightly during an escape except for now when he was toting two very injured and in pain paladins. He moved even quicker when he realized that Keith had gone from only clutching at his shoulder to leaning entirely into his side, his feet at times merely dragging along. Shiro’s grip on his hip pressing it against his own was uncomfortable for them both but there was no other area untouched on his upper body for him to lug him by.

Lance and Hunk made their own way together, swaying and stumbling the entire time. Lance’s leg had pretty much stopped bleeding, the metal protruding from it effectively staunching it for now, but the damage around it grew more and more apparent. His muscles felt both excruciatingly taut and achingly loose as they squelched around the piercing metal.

It would altogether buckle beneath him every now and again, leaving Hunk mostly holding up Lance but relying on him to reorient himself when his head ached so bad that his vision blurred. Hunk was always careful of his shoulder when he’d stop and hang on him, Lance’s bad arm remaining clutched tightly against his side and out of the way anyway.

“We’re almost to Green, come on buddy,” he said as he urged the larger boy forward, practically hoping now.

No one really knew how they made it out without getting stopped, but the robotic foot soliders seemed to only take into account that the perpetrators who set off the explosions would be running, not hobbling.

Green’s whines were present in everyone’s head with Pidge’s conciousness wavering, the jaws of the smaller lion opening up as soon as they neared.

My paladin! Green lion save paladin! Green lion fly paladin to castle!

“We’ve got her, Green. You just get us back and we’ll do the rest,” Shiro assured, settling down on the ground of the cockpit with Pidge between his legs, her back against his chest so he could put pressure on the gash in her side.

He had guided Keith to his knees where he then practically pitched forward onto his stomach.

Looking at the wounds on his back with some of the metal bits still sticking out in better lighting made Shiro want to hurl.

Then again holding Pidge’s insides in place also made him want to hurl but that was why she was positioned the way she was, so he didn’t have to see it.

Her breathing was fast but it was better than Keith’s. Every now and then she’d make a pained sound and he would just whisper in her ear that she was safe and she would calm down soon after.

And then he’d take her pulse. It had gotten slightly weaker but he could still feel it.

Lance had lowered himself to the ground slowly but his good leg was tired and cramping from the effort of getting out of there and so the descent down was anything less than smooth, his legs giving and his back hitting against the wall. It jarred his shoulder so badly he was wailing.

Hunk held his hands against his ears when Lance screamed out, he hated the fact that his friend was in pain but the shrillness of his cries sent stabbing pains into his skull where a pulsing welt had been growing. There had been an explosion at every key checkpoint on the way to the artifact, including the entrance he was supposed to be covering.

When the wave of nausea and blinding pain subsided, Hunk placed his hand on top of Lance’s who didn’t have the energy to tighten around it while he clenched his teeth together, hissing as every movement Green made only hurt him further.

Keith could sympathize.

The only option was for him was to lay on his stomach, shifting his weight to the side of his ribs that hurt less was all he could do. He could feel every one of Green’s movements reverberating in his chest, riling up every bit of hurt that was now present and dialing it to well past ten.

He just wheezed through most of it, the smoke from the explosion still thick and heavy in his throat, but when his lungs ached so bad he couldn’t help but cough it made his bruised and broken ribs hit the ground and his vision whited out several times.

It wasn’t until one fit racked his body so badly he coughed up a bit of blood that hands were on him pulling him to his knees and putting his head between his legs so he could calm down enough to breathe.

“Hey, Green? Please hurry...”

#voltron fic #vld #voltron whump #whump scenario #keith whump #vld lance #pidge whump #hunk vld #takashi shirogane #space dad #whump for everyone #whump fic #explosion #injuries

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pleom · 5 years ago

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han jisung + love triangle + "upset"

han jisung’s got stars in his eyes. he’d add an apple in there, because he’s a rapper and he likes to play with his words. he’d turn to you, with a cheeky smile, and repeat those words but finish it off with you. because you’re the apple of his eye, and you’re the only star he’d shoot for. you’d laugh it off, smack him lightly on his shoulder and bruise his ego, to which he’d laugh along with, only softer and more embarrassed, and say to give him time, he’s brushing up on his wordsmith.

you’d support him (out of sincerity or obligation, he doesn’t know; he doesn’t think about it either, simply soaking in your compliments because they’re the second best thing he likes to hear from you–the first being your laughter) and he’d soak in the look on your face. he sees stars in your eyes too, and he’d take note of that and assign to them constellations (all of which named after himself, of course). he hears you say you love his rap, then coyly, with a finger on his arm, that you have a thing for rappers. his chest feels lighter, like he can swallow up all the air on the planet with ease. he thinks he has a chance. and maybe he was right.

had to be at least partially so, when your lips meet with his. he runs through all the steps of a relationship in his mind (is this the correct trajectory? had he failed step one already–with you making the first move instead of him?). but then your tongue traces along his bottom lip and his mind blanks and panics all at the same time. he tries to steady himself but it’s too late, you’re already parting from him with a look of concern on your face. he feels bad, real bad. but the same doesn’t reflect on your face. you simply shrug and move on.

ouch.

did your affections mean anything to you? he comes to learn that no, it doesn’t, because he sees you doing the same to chan the following night. the stars, the comfort, the hand, the lips, the lips that speak about rappers, the lips the press against rappers, the lips that raps along rappers, and he sees you bring chan to your room, lips still on lips and he wonders if that’s the end. if that’s the end of you both.

to say he’s confused when you come to him the following week is an understatement (he’d state, with his lips). he’s even more confused when you lean your body against him, moaning and whining about the complications around love (and boy, does he know about them) but he’s confused, because you’ve got him and he sees that chan’s got you. but that night, you want him and he makes no qualm against that, only later when he’s inside you but the thought of chan is inside him.

you both finish and jisung questions you about chan, slightly, faintly, mentioning not him, but of him, lowly, until you get the point. you look resentful then, like you had been caught, and bring up the complication of love once again. (this time, he truly doesn’t get what you mean)

this happens for a few weeks, months perhaps, and it’s just the same cycle ran over and over again. jisung feels his heart fill with competition each time you meet up, and he kisses you harder than chan would, fucks you harder than he would, and hugs you harder each time, and yet after session you’d lay there and whine about complications, complications, complications and he’s fed up. he’s had enough. and he doesn’t tell you that, no, he tells chan. he tells chan of all thing disaster he’s wrought meeting you, seeing you, and chan looks nothing but weared out. he forfeits, forfeits, gives you up like a broken item, and says jisung can have you. it was never meant to be a fight, he says, but jisung doesn’t believe him. he doesn’t believe it. you don’t get it, he does not believe it. because chan is forfeiting and he can finally have you.

but he doesn’t really. because the law of the universe says that love has to come with complications. and when one side gives up, the other side does. you no longer meet with jisung, to kiss him, touch him, hug him. he thought he’d be thankful, but in the end, he grew resentful, because chan’s forfeit made you forfeit, and so no one won.

oh god the tense is ALL over the place dgjgsg but anyways this was sorta written a whole month ago for the very first #quillstarters-entry but i didn’t post it bc it’s kinda shitty lmao?? but then this weeks prompt is stream of conciousness and this fits sorta so i was like why not.. a Double Entry so yeah! heehee

#quillstarters-entry #stray kids #han jisung #bang chan #jisung scenarios #bang chan scenarios #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #jisung angst #han jisung angst #bang chan angst #skz angst #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #skz smut #anonymous #.query

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blushing-titan · 4 years ago

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Eren as a father and Ymir as a mother motives theory never made sense. They were represented as emotionally stunned children in paths doing the Rumbling, not as adults. Ymir never cared about her children, she doomed them to suffer after her VERY SHITTY AND SELFISH CHOICE TO DIE because her abuser didn't return her "love". That was clear before Eren revealed it. She saved him and abandoned her children. She never gave a single fuck about them. She was always looking at HIM. (1)

For his part, Eren reverted to a child, talked about the sights with Armin which foreshadowed his motivation was mixed with his mental fuckery and timeless perspective. Dina and bird twist were foreshadowed via memory shards earlier. Krueger went on a rant about protecting Armin and Mikasa (and the "others") to Grisha. We've always known who Eren prioritized above all. Last chapter offered no twists, only confirmations. The story was always about EMA, Historia never had a place in the climax.

Hi! Thank you very much for writing 😀 I put my reply under the cut, so people who scroll down while searching tags don’t have problems with my long post (...because I feel like, unfortunetely, it’s gonna be another stream of conciousness from me, sorry about that 😅)

I really like your take on the "emotionally stunned children in paths" imaginery - I fully agree that it's a nicely-done symbolism!

To me, the whole Ymir sacrificed herself because of her unrequited love was not at all as clear and obvious as you say - especially before Eren revealed it. I still have a lot of problems with this plot twist, and how Ymir's feelings towards Fritz were portrayed in the end.

With the amount of abuse and mistreatment the king put her through, many fans tried to come up with different theories as to why Ymir kept on serving him. The way I interpreted it, after seeing her tortured expression over and over in many panels, was that she stayed by his side because of fear and emotional damages. With the way she was living, I was not surprised that she sacrificed herself, too - I thought that she honestly had enough, which added to the tradgedy of how she still couldn't find peace after that, and kept on being enslaved in paths.

I saw many takes and theories on her motives, but I don't think I've ever seen anyone betting on she was actually in love before ch. 139. I probably didn't search good enough, but again - with what I saw in the manga, I would have never bet on that either. My point is - before ch. 139 (...and after it too, in my opinion) Ymir was a walking mystery with unclear motives, so there were a lot of theories. Therefore, I disagree that the "parents" theory could never work - it obviously doesn’t work now, after ch. 139, but before that, her motivation could be anything really. I still wish it was something else, because what we got was too vague and problematic, in my opinion.

I simply dislike Ymir's conclusion. I feel like there was so much potential in her backstory and motives + a few different ways to tie it back with different plotpoints and characters in the end to make it more meaningful, but what we got was a brief: She was in love with the person who abused her, I know it sounds unbelievable but I couldn't look deeper into her heart, so we have to take it as it is.

In general - I can't brush it off, but to me it feels like Ymir's end goal was rushed, not explored properly, and almost pulled out of nowhere. Unfortunately, I feel the same about Mikasa's involvement in lifting the titan's curse. Don't get me wrong - I'm not at all against her becoming the hero. Quite the opposite, I was rooting for her since the beginning, and hoped to see her develop and have a big moment, but this...this honestly also felt pulled out of nowhere and, in my eyes, didn't do Mikasa justice at all. I wish there was more proper build-up and foreshadowing done so I (...and, from what I've seen, a huge portion of fans) wouldn't feel that way, but here we are.

As for the Eren/Armin conversation, I like how they got to "see" the world together, even though just as a visualisation in the paths. My problem is the [...] Eren reverted to a child, talked about the sights with Armin which foreshadowed his motivation was mixed with his mental fuckery and timeless perspective part. Again, this should have been forshadowed (...and developed in general!) much sooner - not in the final chapter, right before we learn about this controversial motivation of his.

Instead, for many chapters, we were lead to believe that Eren was acting with his original goals and personal motivations in mind; that he had some character developement which caused him to start thinking his actions through, stop acting so impulsively - and finally, that he had a plan in mind, or at least was acting out of his own free will.

If you've never seen him in this light and his motivation/behaviour seemed in character in the last chapter to you - that's fine, all power to you! But if such a big portion of the fanbase felt otherwise (me included), then it means that there were some writing issues that led to this.

The Dina situation should have been explored more, as well. It's a huuuge plot twist, which puts our MC's motovations in an entirely new light, and creates quite a few additional plot-related questions. The way we're shown the situation: Berthold couldn't die just yet, so Eren directed Dina somewhere else, which ended up being his house.

...why not anywhere else? He could literally send her back outside the wall. On top of that - did he seriously sacrifice his mother in favour of his friends? I'd really like more information on this, but the topic is cut basically as soon as it appears. I find it especially unnatural, considering the way further dialogue goes:

Eren tells Armin about how he caused his mother's demise. Armin makes a terrified face, but drops the topic, smiles and casually proceeds with: "Let's go, Eren" - like his friend didn't just reveal one of the most controversial plot twist in the series. No, who'd want to hear an elaboration on that - better talk about Mikasa, so instead we get the entire (in my eyes - really forced) Eremika-themed talk. The priorities...

About the bird thing...if I remember correctly, there were three shards revolving around this theme. Two of them just show birds flying, one of them shows Falco from bird’s perpective. Sure, now that we know that some random bird in the end pecked on Mikasa's scarf, we can kiiiiiind of connect it to the Falco's shard...but honestly, why was Eren's soul transferred into some random bird after his death? On top of that, a bird that was already existing in the world while he was still alive, as a human...did that bird’s conciousness just go poof! one day, for Eren to take the vacant spot? Should we also look for other deceased titan shifters in barns or birdhouses? 😅 I can’t believe I’m overthinking it this hard...😆

That's some three-eyed-parasitic-jeager stuff, for sure.

Jokes aside, I guess what I'm trying to say is that foreshadowing is fun and great, but it should go hand in hand with proper developement - and, in my opinion, the examples above kinda lack it (...ok, I'd let the "bird Eren" thing slide because whatever, I don't feel the need to be that serious about it, it could stay ambigous in my opinion - but I'd definitely want some more closure as for the Dina situation or Ymir’s motivations and inner thoughts)

I've always said that Armin and Mikasa were two of Eren's closest friends - or, even more, the only people he considered family. I've also never believed that he would ever willingly sacrifice them, as some people theorized (...though guess what, now that I know what happened to his mother, I have to rethink my reasoning). I understand that EMA are the main characters, and was expecting that the story's conclusion will be tied to them somehow, but definitely not at the expense of logical character and story developement (...and sorry - to me the ending just felt that way).

As for Historia: if she was never supposed to be important in the end, then, in my eyes, it's a very poorly guided plotline that only led to unecessary drama in the fanbase. Why make her situation look sus with things such us:

Incorrect conception date,

The emphasis on how she didn't marry the father of her baby (...only to reveal in ch. 139 that she, in fact, did that),

The mysterious, cloaked figure observing her talking to the farmer,

The whole talk with Eren in ch. 130, and Eren thinking back to it while talking with Zeke.

All the Historia/Ymir parallels.

Seriously, what was the point? It would be so easy to simply make the situation clear. Why not just make Historia admit to Eren in ch. 131: "yes, I'm already pregnant with the farmer's baby - I did it to save myself."? Why not cut the bs with the "she didn't marry him" - because, in all honesty, what did that information bring into the story, aside from confusion and "misunderstanding" - and just make them married, instead? Even better - why not have at least one panel showing Historia and farmer being at least somehow affectionate with each other? Why not let go of all this retconned stuff and use these panels for shelling out other plotpoints?

The theories didn't come out of nowhere - they were based on what was shown in the manga. People wouldn't be disappointed with Historia's conclusion if it was never implied that she was still somehow important. We may argue about it back and forth, but the truth is - when so many people collectively "misunderstand" a certain plotline to this extent, then it means there had to be some storytelling issues that led them to this - simple as that.

To sum it up, I'm happy that you enjoyed the chapter and found it logical and satisfying. I absolutely don't want to take that away from you, or make you change your mind, but I also can't help the fact that I don't see it in the same light as you. You say that the final chapter offered no twists, only confirmations - to me, it was pretty much the opposite. Still, I wanted to thank you for taking the time to write your thoughts, and sorry it took me so long to reply! Hope you're having a nice day 😄

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